She was better than any high he had ever experienced, she was his drug. He was addicted...

urban 🇬🇧 Adura's world was unraveling, and with every piece that fell apart, she felt herself breaking alongside it. Somehow, she must have signed up for the wrong terms and conditions this year, because everything was going left. But in the midst of the chaos, there was Saint. previously known as persona non grata

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

"Don't worry baby, you know that you got me," Sequel/Spinoff for Kismet

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 To the streets, he was Reckless, But to her, he was Nehemiah, And all they needed was each other.

*** "Please!" Ivy's wet hand trembled, the once oozing gash now spurted blood with Ivy's tears mixed in. "Please," Ivy's hoarse whimper seemed to motivate the wounded to only just keep her eyes open. Israel drowned her out, tearing himself out of his shirt to provide some aid. Rolling it as tight as he could in a ball, he pressed down into the wound, soaking the cloth. It seemed to engulf it, drenching his shirt completely. His mind raced. How could one person lose this much blood. In all the lives he'd taken, he had never seen so much blood. The red ink seemed to stain his vision, blurring his memories. He couldn't understand. "Xio, look- look at m-me," Ivy hiccuped, her face saturated with tears, she could barely breathe let alone speak, her fear choking her. Ivy's begs and pleas fell on Death's ears. *** When she meets Israel, he lets her know he's not what she expects. Who would've known that he was much worse and that he could only lead to her fatal demise. Started:- 06. Feb. 2021 Finished: •London based• Highest Ranking : #5 in Drill, #1 Black British (2/11/23)